歌手:From Your Balcony
专辑:《The leaver and the left》

Your favourite rite
A candle light
Your skin, a knife
A growing scar
You feel guilty
Please lean on me
Just ask yourself
What makes you deaf
Outside, it's war
You hate this noise
These cut and dried opinions
This flowing crowd
Who moves about
You just don’t dare to come and talk
You look guilty
So far from me
Like Bukowski
Alone with everybody